Good morning friends. Going to be a busy-ish day for me, so regular rests of my leg will be required. Took my friends to the airport at 6am & then came home for brekky. I have to pack my suitcase & bits & pieces to move down to said friends house until the 2nd January as I’m looking after their boofhead cat 🐈⬛ called Stormy.
I also have the fracture clinic this morning. Another X-ray will be taken & advice given.
At least my friends place isn’t too far from my own & I can come & go as required & keep up with my own watering, but this would all be so much easier if I wasn’t in a moonboot 😏. Oh well, I’ll manage. #Fracture#Sprain#Moonboot#Housesitting#Petsitting
30 min drinking tea covered in fluffy blanket, wondering why 98 Zilla #movie was so bad. (So bad! I mean, it could have been good. It changed size half way through the movie. Did no one hear it stomping around? Agh bad!)
10 min muttering "wankers" at news sites (daily recurring)
10 min research daft UK words for drunk--tabled, titted, hammered, sozzled, arsed--for day's chapter
10 min staring blankly at screen
5 minutes asking our #housesitting cat overlord Miss Smudge if she's ever going to move off our copies of our new novel, OverLondon so I can mail them.
30 seconds returning Miss Smudge's blinky-eyed look of "No" with a blinky eyed "Please?"
1 minute patting Miss Smudge when I lose argument.
Today right-hand-turning-only house sitting German #dog had a bath.
He did not want a bath.
He had a bath because despite being a very very small brick-shaped furry potato, on day 3 after his previous bath and tooth brush he starts to emit a stench that can only be comparable to the flatulence emitted by a stegosaurus who has been going hard on baked beans with extra beans. It's tangible. It lingers.
While having the bath, he emitted a long, low--and above all continuous--groan. The kind you imagine a coffin lid making as it opens to emit all the horrors within, as he did with his breath weapon until the doggie toothbrush was deployed. The groan continued through the tooth brushing. Indeed the groan continued until he realized I wasn't paying attention anymore and then changed to a disgruntled sigh that continued until I administered the towel to his soggy self.
Then then when he got out of the bath, instead of shaking off the water, he looked expectantly at the hair dryer as if to say "Groom me minion".
All was forgiven however, when he was then let onto the balcony to eyeball his nemesis, a very rotund Berliner pigeon who is conveniently far enough away not to beat him up, but close enough that he can convince all onlookers that he would win a battle if it came to it. (He wouldn't.)